Oh, how my heart crumbled when she told me; her voice quivering and her eyes holding back tears. "My sister was assaulted yesterday and I'm really freaked out," she said. She had first asked me if there would be someone available to escort her downstairs when she returned her rental car the next morning. I, noticing something but not wanting to pry, let her know that there would people at the return lane that she could ask. After that, she told me. And my heart broke for her sorrow...